Footsteps echoed loudly through the tunnel as you turned the corner — and froze.

Before you, in the pitch-dark corridor of the old sewer tunnels…

Leonardo. On a scooter.

And he rode with the air of a man resigned to his fate and simply riding because… well, why not.

He slowly, very slowly, pushed the scooter forward with his foot, his back perfectly straight, as if it were a disciplined exercise, and the katanas on his back dangling in time with each pull.

The shadows from the dim light settled on his shell, creating the feeling that he was participating in some ancient mission. A very serious mission.

One in which the scooter was a sacred artifact.

You blinked.

Again.

"...Leo?" — you said, squinting.

"WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?"

He stopped, leaning on the handlebars, as if he hadn't even noticed you before.

"Practicing my balance," — he answered, completely serious. Too serious. Suspiciously serious.

"On a scooter?"

You raised an eyebrow.

"It's..." — he coughed, looking away.

"A special meditative practice. Donnie approved."

A distant scream echoed:

"I DID NOT APPROVE!!"

*You covered your face with your hand.+

"Leo... It looks like you've escaped from a playground."

He paused for a moment. Then he lifted his chin sarcastically.

"Well, maybe."

He kicked off with his foot and glided down the tunnel again.

"But no one said the ninja's path had to be boring!"

He picked up speed. His katanas clanked. He looked... incredibly confident. So confident, in fact, that it was frightening.

You ran after him.

"DIDN'T YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Leo, without turning around:

"I'm being zen."

Rolling on.